The Power of Now or Be like a Child

“I don’t understand this “power of now” crab….” my friend said “I’m driving, you’re sitting next to me and we’re chatting. We are doing that now and not yesterday or tomorrow. So, we’re in the present, right. But I’m pretty stressed out. And that’s why I’m not reading that stuff any more.”

I smiled at her and asked: “And besides driving and chatting to me, are you thinking about something?” “Sure”, she answered “I don’t want to forget about some things I would like to buy today… But what’s so funny about that?”

“It’s definitely not funny. No wonder you’re stressed out. You’re doing three things at the same time.” I said and she laughed “Well, isn’t multitasking what we have to master in our busy lives?”

“No” I said “multitasking separates you from the NOW.”

She looked confused  and said “then tell me what it is about… is it meditating?”

I shook my head. Not necessarily. I mean, when the great Buddha would meditate then he would empty his mind and just BE. But when I hear people talking about meditation it sound a bit different.

But it is very easy to BE and live NOW. You will notice when you’re there because you will

  • feel time-less and space-less
  • be absolutely happy like in a state of bliss
  • not think about anything but what you’re doing
  • feel as one with the universe
  • forget about your pain and your day-to-day worries
  • enjoy with all your senses
  • be in the power of love
  • be in Alpha level relaxation and/or trance
  • not get tired at all
  • be yourself with every beat of your heart

It happens with me when I’m teaching qi gong or personal growth workshops, do Reiki or counselling sessions and when I’m taking photos, especially weddings.


Because those are my absolute passions!!! My calling, purpose, meaning……

This also leads to the Inner Child (visit my workshop schedule 2012).

What’s a child’s passion? Playing of course! Whenever you watch a child playing you will see the above mentioned attributes. A child does not think about time and when the mother shouts “It’s time to go to bed?” the first answer is “Please, can I play a little bit more…. only 5 minutes, please mummy”. After 15 minutes the mother slowly gets angry but the child cannot believe that 5 minutes are already over.

My cousins and me (right) - forgetting time and space...

What are the enemies of  BEING NOW?

  • Worry because it’s looking into the future.
  • Anger because it’s originating from the past.
  • Non-authenticity/playing a role because it separates you from yourself/BEING.

Healing your Inner Child will help you enjoying more of  BEING in the NOW.

There’s no being like NOW BEING!



Who is this “Inner Child”?

“Congratulation!” WordPress just said to me “This is your 95th post.” and beside this statement I saw the following sentence:

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.  Tennessee Williams

Again and again, I am asked by people how long I would need to decide what I am going to publish in my blog, how I would evaluate what people want to read and how I would know if people would like me when they read what I am writing. I must have looked a bit confused at times because then people ask me if I understood what they were asking  and they try to slow down and pronounce the words more clearly… Sometimes I have to laugh after I had paused and looked at them this way. I’m saying “I’m sorry, it’s not the English I didn’t understand it’s the whole question… It’s your bothering about so many things that made me think a while. I’m sorry I didn’t answer at once. Honestly, I’m writing whenever I feel like writing. There’s not really a decision-making. I’m more the intuitive person… I’m never consciously thinking about what people want to read because when they’re not interested in what I’m writing they can change the page within seconds by mouse-click anyway and finally… I have no idea if I am liked by people who read what I’m writing except they make a nice comment. I hope that I can make people thinking about certain things but other than that I’m just sharing my thoughts without any hidden motives.”

And this exactly leads us to the Inner Child!

Who is it?

A little child inside you? You as a little child? An energy field that has saved all the experiences you’ve made between your birth and now? Your higher Self? A part of your soul that has been split off in a traumatic event? A suppressed emotion that changed your SELF? Your very own belief system?

Yes, pretty much all of this!

As soon as you’re trying to be loved by other people and this “trying” becomes so hard that you feel/think you are forced to play a role and neglect your real authenticity you’re neglecting what psychology calls the Inner Child.

Of course everybody is happy when (s)he’s liked by others and when I’m told that my posts are good it makes me smile. But on the other hand I don’t get depressed when there’s no comment or somebody is criticising me.

I have a friend who’s almost every second with facebook and gets really angry when she’s posting things and doesn’t get likes. When she talks about her parents I can feel how she’s still suffering that she felt unloved as a child.

The wounded child also shows up in controlling behaviours. An acquaintance asked me for help because her husband told her when she’s not accompanying him in the truck all time he will get another heart attack. He’s very jealous and thinks when she’s at home alone she will mess around with other men. How nice is that? As she lives at some distance from me I sent her some articles about emotional abuse/blackmailing. She tried to talk about it with her husband and the result is that she’s not allowed to talk to me any more.  I’m very sad for this young woman but she has to know if for herself it’s worth facing the challenge and fight  for her freedom or if it’s more safe to stay in a situation she has been knowing well for so many years already, keep on suffering psychologically and in the end get sick physically.

When I’m thinking back to the weekend in my training when our group worked with the Inner Child, I remember endless pain and tears at first and then limitless freedom and peace in the end. It was a very unique and wonderful ME that came out of this workshop. I went outside and was talking to people without thinking any more what to say or how to behave. I simply WAS ME! I surprised myself in the beginning when I said “NO” and set boundaries as if I’ve always done it that way. I was not afraid any more to say “No, I have a different opinion”. Suddenly I was able to focus on goals and be persistent with following my way and reaching them. Suddenly I knew what I’m living for – with passion. I became more self-confident every day and I learned how to handle conflicts in a productive way. I started creating my life and stopped others from trying to interfere with my values.

It is really difficult to describe these wonderful feelings of freedom and peace inside of me. To be honest, I don’t think this magic can be described with words. It has to be experienced! But it’s definitely worth it!

Don’t be afraid! I’m here to help you on your journey from “Who am I?” to “WHO I AM!”! You will discover passionate self-acceptance, authenticity, connection and purpose. Even though the exercises are challenging, they will offer you the reward of clear experience of the power of your true essence. The beautiful group bond helps to support the wholeness of each individual as the story of each person and the group unfolds.

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Easter is about celebrating death as a new beginning

Easter - Celebration of Life & Death

I am not a very religious person in means of going to church and believing everything that’s written in the bible. Studying psychology of human beings make me think that a book written many years after so-called “miracles” have happened can only end up in fables and tales and only showing us the authors’ perspectives. Of course fables and tales have a deeper meaning (I love to integrate story-telling in my workshops), serving as metaphors and many of those “miracles” only change their gestalt but happen today exactly the same way they happened thousand years ago. But most people are too blind to see and honour them because they are too distracted from the essence of life. That makes them good victims for a manipulative organisations like the church.

If you look at our holidays it seems a bit strange that Christmas is celebrated in such a big and fancy way because it’s just about birth. But this exactly represents the Western thinking and shows the deep conditioning.

Easter represents both BIRTH and DEATH and it shows us in a fascinating metaphor that our transition from LIFE to DEATH is just a transformation but not an end.

People often ask me “So if you don’t have a certain religion how can you have faith into a higher power?”

It’s so easy to answer. I was born with curiosity and doubt. Doubt is not negative. It helps you to not believe everything your parents, relatives, friends and teachers tell you. When I hear mothers tell me that their children are at that certain age when they’re asking questions without even taking a break for breathing I’m getting this big satisfied smile because I remember myself asking every person I met about his or her opinion. And I always had that skill called “art of listening”. After listening I compared and evaluated what I had heard and then I went out looking for realistic and practical examples. I bought books and read about different cultures, their rituals and their beliefs. I picked exactly the pieces that went conform with my values, formed my own opinion and developed my own faith.

After not being able to celebrate my father’s death because of being too overwhelmed and paralysed after his sudden death I decided to do this after my mother’s death. Yes, you read the word that nobody wants to hear: “celebration” (of death).

My mother loved all kinds of art (paintings, poetry, music and dance) and she loved the simple life and the rituals of aboriginal people in Australia, Africa and North America (she had collected several books). I wrote a poem for her and my husband and me agreed to wear leather clothes with fringes at her funeral. As both of my parents have been Roman Catholic and I wanted them both in the same grave I had to arrange the funeral with the priest. I didn’t like this man very much because he was not very authentic. He had been my religion teacher and I remembered him as a voyeuristic man trying to peek under the young girls skirts when they were on the swing. I didn’t tell him about my plans. I wanted to know if he sticks to what he says “Heaven is big enough and everybody is welcome, the good people and the sinners.” What’s your definition of “sinner”?

It was a long drive in the morning of the funeral and when we entered the church we were already 15 minutes late. I’ll never forget how suddenly the murmur stopped and people were looking at us with a certain disgust in their eyes, seeing us not dressed in black but fancy and colourful. The priest did his speech as if he had done it already a thousand times (he probably had) only with different names. It felt recorded and dead. A line of people went across the street to the cemetery and after arriving at the grave the priest said the final words “dust to dust, soil to soil, may she rest in peace”. When I looked into the round and mentioned that I would like to read my poem he turned his back on me and went away. I felt deeply hurt and insulted. Heaven seemed not to be big enough to welcome me because obviously in his eyes I was even beyond a sinner. I read my lines and my mother’s best friends thanked me for doing that and asked me for a copy of this poem that described my mum so perfectly in loving words. I’m still sad that I didn’t have some of her favourite music with me but I definitely know that I want to hear “Fleur du Mal” from Sarah Brightman on my own funeral. I want people to dress in colourful clothes and dance and celebrate my transition to a body-less existence.

I love Osho who says:

Death cannot be the enemy because it is part of existence. 
Existence has given birth to you. Existence is mothering you. 
And when you die, you simply go back to your original source
to rest and to be born again. 
There is no need to be afraid. 
YOU will not die; you will only disappear like a snowflake
in the pure air. 
Your form will disappear into formlessness,
the river will disappear into the ocean,
but it will not cease to exist. It will even become wider, 
vaster, it becomes oceanic. 

He also cites:

Death is, in fact, a process of renewal. And death happens each Moment. The moment you breathe in and the moment you breathe out, both happen.

Breathing in, life happens; breathing out, death happens. That’s why when a child is born the first thing he does is breathe in, then life starts. And when an old man is dying, the last thing he does is breathe out, then life departs. Breathing out is death, breathing in is life — they are like two wheels of a bullock cart. You live by breathing in as much as you live by breathing out.

The breathing out is part of breathing in. You cannot breathe in if you stop breathing out. You cannot live if you stop dying. The man who has understood what his life is allows death to happen; he welcomes it. He dies each moment and each moment he is resurrected. His cross and his resurrection are continually happening as a process. He dies to the past each moment and he is born again and again into the future.
Namaste everybody! Happy Easter!